"Sara? Sara?" Something was once more tugging on her arm.

"Not now, Emily." She said, trying to get back to sleep. There was no way she'd get more rest now though, as the pain rushed back to remind her of the accident they had been in. Wearily, she opened her eyes. She was in the hospital, resting underneath the white sheets of the sterile bed.

"Sara?" It was the nurse. "How are you feeling?"

The Brunette made a face at this comment, but it quickly vanished and turned into a grimace. "Not good." She replied.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"A car accident." She replied. "Where's Emily?"

"The little girl?" Sara nodded one quick nod, trying to avoid causing any more pain. "She is in surgery. Two broken ribs, and a shattered arm."

"So she will live?"

"Most likely." The nurse smiled. "Oh, um, you have some visitors, would you like to see them? Or do you need your rest?"

"I'd like to see them" Sara replied. Catherine and Grissom were the first to walk in. Sara smiled a small smile. "Hey" she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Catherine replied.

"Hi, Sara" Grissom followed. "How are you feeling?" This time, Sara held back her facial expressions.

"Eh, I'm getting there. Hey, about that case, Catherine," Catherine held up a hand, ordering her to stop.

"Don't worry about it. Nicky's gonna help me. You just get some rest."

"Grissom, don't let anyone else take that Hank murder case. I want to solve it myself, as soon as I get well."

"Sara, I can't do that. If we wait the killer has more time to get away, and clean up his crime, you know that."

"Well, who's taking it, then?"

Grissom sighed. "Ecklie." Sara groaned. "I'll see if he'll be willing to let you in on the progress though. Just don't get your hopes up."

"What hopes?" Sara asked him. Grissom gave a slight chuckle.

"Now that's a good question," Catherine added. "By the way, YOUR case is in GOOD hands"

"My case?" Sara asked her, puzzled.

"Didn't anyone tell you? It was a hit-and-run. Warrick- the good hands- is taking care of it. He's a great CSI, Sara. He'll find out who did this to you two."

"I just hope Emily will be alright. She had quite a scare."

"Don't worry, she'll be fine. The nurse said she'd be back to her old, childish self within seconds, and she'd be able to leave the hospital in a month or so."

"A month?" She was shocked. "Poor thing. What will her parents say?" She wondered aloud.

"Don't you worry about a thing but getting better." Grissom told her.

"Hey, where's the rest of the gang?"

"They're working. Greg and Nick said they'd be able to see you either later on tonight or tomorrow, and then Warrick and Brass said they'd see you as soon as they could, which in their case may be next year!" Catherine joked.

Sara laughed, but soon regretted it. She gasped at the pain. Catherine and Grissom gave a sympathetic gremmies.

"You better get some rest." Grissom told her. "That's an order!" This time, Sara smiled, knowing that she'd die from another wave of pain if she laughed again.

"Hey, do you know what the heck is causing this pain? Anything on my chart?"

"Let's see." Catherine said, reaching for the board hanging from the end of her bed. "It says here you were found with a severe concussion, a leg broken in about seven places, and shards of glass covering your hands."

"Ohh!" Sara said, now understanding the pain she felt. "Does it say anything about getting out of here anytime soon?"

"Nope, sorry" Catherine replied. "Now get some rest, you want to be alive for Greg and Nick tomorrow, don't you?"

"Gnight" Sara said, as Grissom and Catherine walked out of the room and flipped the light switch. Sara put her head back on her pillow, and tried to let any kind of 'Happy Thoughts' come to her mind, but all she could see was the tumbling and the terror. After a long while, she finally got to sleep.